Birthday dinners are the worst, honestly.
I promise I will never put my kids through that(if I ever decide to grow a life form inside of my uterus, which is not very likely).
Mainly, I just wanted to rant about my horrible night but I've decided now I'd rather sleep on it and write a humorous story about it later.
So be prepared for a short story soon... possibly... maybe?
Bum, bum, bum!
I'd rather be there.